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wrong.”
The room noise faded behind us.
My mother laughing softly at something Savannah said.
Silverware clinking.
Megan sighing dramatically near the sink.
Walter’s quiet huff.
My father’s face was rigid, embarrassed, almost angry with himself for speaking.
“I knew it was wrong when your mother changed the dates,” he said. “I knew. I told myself you’d be continue reading …
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